Oct. 5th, 2009 03:19 pm
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He'd slipped away while Logan was out and made his way to the Hamlet. He had a favor to ask and the irony that he had to ask Joe wasn't lost on him. But this was important and he knew that he couldn't do it. Well, he could...but it wouldn't be the same.

He knocked on Joe's door and waited. He hoped that he didn't look as uncomfortable as he felt. He also hoped he didn't get punched in the face just for being here.

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Aug. 20th, 2009 02:45 pm
more_flexible: (Soldier: Big F-ing Gun)
From the moment he began to edge out of sleep, Jack knew something was wrong. First off, he didn't wear leather pants to bed. He also didn't sleep upright, or with a gun digging into his side. He had a feeling he knew what was going on before he even opened his eyes. When he did, he knew just where he was.

The Game Station.

Satellite 5.

He looked down and noted he was wearing just what he'd had on when he'd arrived on the beach. What he'd worn in that final fight. He got to his feet and brushed off the dust, then looked around. This couldn't be real. He couldn't have come back. This had to be like Neptune, he was sure. Something like that. He and Logan were probably still safely in bed back in their hut.

Except he didn't see Logan. He didn't see anyone. The place was as silent as a grave. Not even the sound of the TARDIS. That thought roused him the rest of the way and Jack started to run. If he had come back, maybe this time he'd have a chance to catch the Doctor. He dashed down the hall and burst into the control room. There was no blue police box...but this time, there were people.

[Jack-Logan-Joe-Dale tagging order to start with]


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